This is my first F13 fic so please be gentle on me! I'm a new Jason Voorhees fan and I really sympathise with him, so I thought it would be nice if he had a little bit of happiness to return to at the end of the day. No matter how evil any character is, they still deserve a bit of happiness or light at the end of the tunnel.

Anyway, most of the chapters will be pretty short to avoid boredom from anyone unless I'm told otherwise. Without further ado I present to you the very first chapter: The Fabric Softener. *Drumroll please*

Fabric softener

"Jason!" Alexandria Voorhees called out to her husband. She could hear his footsteps against the timber floors echoing down the hallway towards her. "I'm doing the laundry, bring me your dirty clothes." She added without pausing. When the footsteps stopped, she turned to see her tall and muscular husband taking up the majority of the doorway. He stood heavily in place holding a bundle of washing to hand to her. She smiled gratefully and reached out for them before her expression changed completely. Her attention was drawn to a mark on his shirt, she inspected it closely before a frown contorted her brow.

"WHAT IS THAT!?" She yelled in annoyance. He shrugged before looking down at the stain she was pointing at. His realisation was almost comical, "Oh that…" His second shrug said that he didn't care about a stain on his shirt.

Alexandria sighed, "How many times have I told you Jason. Don't get blood on your new clothes! How many shirts have you been through since last month?" She asked him without waiting for a response. He sighed under his mask, waiting for her to stop talking.

"Blood is such a bitch to get out of your nice whites!" She continued to complain while leaning into their shared clothes hamper, pulling out piles of Jason's dirty clothes. He went through hundreds of new clothes almost monthly. "Just make sure next time you go hunting, you don't wear nice clothes." He rolled his eyes. "I saw that." She almost laughed. A grin formed beneath his mask as well.

They hadn't yet been married a year, but they bickered almost constantly. Alexandria often wondered if Jason could talk what words he would choose to use with her. Even with a simple flick of his head in dismissal got a rise out of her let alone if he would speak. She loved him dearly though, and preferred their bond without the need of speech. Speech can ruin the meaning of actual feelings sometimes. They loved each other so much.

Within seconds she had calmed down and they began to do the washing together. He leant over and pulled the clothes out of the hamper and handed them to her, she put them in the machine and she continued to lecture him about the bloodstains in his clothes. "I hate how people make such a mess…"

He nodded, trying to be understanding but didn't really mind if his clothes were dirty or not. Before he had met her in Hell he probably wore the same clothes for years straight almost. The cabin was a dirt pile and he rarely slept. Things changed when she moved in, Alexandria liked things to be neat, clean and orderly. Just like his mother…

The last garment Jason had pulled out was his red flannel sweater. A grumble escaped his throat when he felt the material against his skin, he turned to his wife, annoyed.

She knew what he was saying. He hated how the material had lost its softness. "Honey, why does it even matter? Its flannel. Flannel is soft anyway." She dismissed his complaint, throwing a hand in the air ushering him out the laundry but he wouldn't budge. He shook his head, thrusting his flannel sweater in her face for her to feel. She looked at him sternly and sighed, "Oh, for Pete's sake! Jason, I don't know what you're complaining about it for!" She tugged the shirt out of his hands, she could tell he was glaring at her and it annoyed her even more.

"Babe, I've been using this fabric softener for so long, I don't know why you're complaining now!" She felt it. It was soft. She didn't know why he was being so difficult. She bought it to her face and looked up at him in confusion, "honey, its fine…"

He shook his head and began to storm out. She rolled her eyes not wanting him to leave just yet, she whined his name softly, "Jase..."

He obediently turned to face her from the doorway, she smiled kindly and pulled a clean shirt from the dryer for him to wear. He nodded his head thankfully and carefully pulled the shirt over his head and mask, careful not to dirty it within seconds. Alexandria's eyes smiled as she watched him change, his muscles flexing under the new skin tight t-shirt. He took one step backwards to allow her to swallow it all in she smiled approvingly at the sight of him and he stepped in towards her.

"Are you ready to make up now?" She asked smirking. He nodded, closing the gap between them before wrapping his arms around her plump waist and lifting her up on top of the washing machine, his hands knocking off the fabric softener from the shelf, its contents leaking all over the floor. 'We don't need clothes for this…' He thought as he desperately ripped her shirt off.